On the spur of the cell phone...
May. 5th, 2001 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpYesterday was Drew's birthday. When I got out of the MCC, within which active cell phones are verboten, I found 7 messages waiting for me. Calling home, I was informed that it was my son's birthday (I knew that) and perhaps I could take time out of my busy day to call and wish him a happy one?
Indeed, I had planned to call the boy, but the sim work load barely allowed me to make rest room stops and didn't allow me any time at all for lunch or dinner. (Those are lousy excuses, but they're the only ones I've got handy at the moment. Anyway, the reason I turned on my cell upon leaving the MCC was to call him...but I always check messages first. There. Now my excuses really are exhausted.)
Galina told me that Drew and Shannon had gone to a local restaurant, where he once worked, to celebrate. After I hung up, I prevailed upon directory assistance to give me the number of the restaurant. I called. I asked the waitress who answered to ask Drew to come to the phone. She decides to make a production out of it, calling his name so everyone can hear, announcing "Phone's for you, Drew. It's your dad!"
When he comes to the phone he sounds genuinely pleased to hear my voice, as I am to hear his. We exchange pleasantries, I wish him a happy birthday. The conversation ends.
On a whim, I call my folks in New York. No, they hadn't called with birthday greetings; they thought his birthday was on cinco de Mayo. I quickly disabused them of that notion, set them straight on the date of my son's birth, and gave them the restaurant's phone number, suggesting a call right now might find him there.
Feeling positively diabolical, I return home to find Lee on line. I ask if she's talked to Drew. She says she called in the morning, but didn't get him. A smile breaks out on my face and I take out my cell phone, punch up the restaurant's number, and press "Call" as I hand the phone to her.
"Ask for Drew. He's celebrating at the Paradise Brewpub."
She looks at me as if I'd lost my mind, but takes the phone and her turn at wishing her brother a happy birthday.
About the only other thing I wished I could have done was to be there on the occasion, but you can't have everything.
Cheers...
Indeed, I had planned to call the boy, but the sim work load barely allowed me to make rest room stops and didn't allow me any time at all for lunch or dinner. (Those are lousy excuses, but they're the only ones I've got handy at the moment. Anyway, the reason I turned on my cell upon leaving the MCC was to call him...but I always check messages first. There. Now my excuses really are exhausted.)
Galina told me that Drew and Shannon had gone to a local restaurant, where he once worked, to celebrate. After I hung up, I prevailed upon directory assistance to give me the number of the restaurant. I called. I asked the waitress who answered to ask Drew to come to the phone. She decides to make a production out of it, calling his name so everyone can hear, announcing "Phone's for you, Drew. It's your dad!"
When he comes to the phone he sounds genuinely pleased to hear my voice, as I am to hear his. We exchange pleasantries, I wish him a happy birthday. The conversation ends.
On a whim, I call my folks in New York. No, they hadn't called with birthday greetings; they thought his birthday was on cinco de Mayo. I quickly disabused them of that notion, set them straight on the date of my son's birth, and gave them the restaurant's phone number, suggesting a call right now might find him there.
Feeling positively diabolical, I return home to find Lee on line. I ask if she's talked to Drew. She says she called in the morning, but didn't get him. A smile breaks out on my face and I take out my cell phone, punch up the restaurant's number, and press "Call" as I hand the phone to her.
"Ask for Drew. He's celebrating at the Paradise Brewpub."
She looks at me as if I'd lost my mind, but takes the phone and her turn at wishing her brother a happy birthday.
About the only other thing I wished I could have done was to be there on the occasion, but you can't have everything.
Cheers...
